Seeing him like way made me realise a lot of things. I was amazed at the same moment. How can the man who treated me so coldly be so compassionate and loving? His eyes shone with love and compassion. He was truly in love with our child. He gently rose up, and his eyes met mine. His smile faded and was replaced by an indifferent, cold expression. He cleared his throat and dragged me to sit on the bed. "You will no longer conduct household tasks. No cooking or strolling about. I will appoint maids for you. He commanded. "No," he said coldly, as I stared at him blankly. We need this jungkook. It's only a month. Pregnant, I can worry-" Before I could continue. He interrupted my words with his severe tone. Tone: "No means no y/n." You would not touch. Any work. I don't want any risk in this subject. "My child. "He stated that this child is entirely his. This made me feel even more awful and irritated. "Our. Our Jungkook. This child is ours and not yours."I emphasised the words and stood. I got out of bed.